Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.